"Qingshan." He walked forward quickly and shouted, "Qingshan, where are you?"

He called several times but didn't respond.

Moreover, what is even more strange is that the flower gallery is obviously dozens of meters long from the outside, but after walking in, it gives people a very long feeling, as if it took a few minutes to see the exit.

Looking at the light in front of him, the fat uncle didn't care about it and hurriedly ran out.

But as soon as he stood in the sun, he was stunned.

Isn’t this the arch that I just walked into? Why did he come out from here again?

"Qingshan?" he called out.

"What are you doing?" Liu Qingshan's voice came from the other end of the yard.

The fat uncle hurriedly turned his head and looked at the end of the flower corridor, and saw Liu Qingshan walking leisurely from the other end of the flower corridor.

Seeing this scene, the fat uncle felt a little upset.

What's going on? They all entered from this entrance, and after entering the flower gallery, he obviously did not turn around, but Liu Qingshan came out from the other end, but he returned to the entrance.

Too strange!

He glanced at the man and saw that the man was staring at Liu Qingshan with a smile on his face, and he became more and more confused.

He felt a little nervous and said to Liu Qingshan: "Go away quickly, I'm going to your house."

"Oh oh oh." Liu Qingshan looked back at the Huajiao, a little envious.

The man looked at Liu Qingshan with a smile and asked, "How is it? My flower gallery is beautiful."

Liu Qingshan nodded with his eyes shiny: "It's so beautiful. The flowers inside are colorful, and I can't count how many colors there are. Moreover, when the sunlight comes down from the branches and leaves, the passing yellow on the ground seems to be shining with golden light. It's so beautiful and creative."

The fat uncle was confused.

He just walked in, and it was a bunch of ordinary vines. Although it was blooming, there was indeed sunlight falling from the top, but it was too exaggerated to compare the sunlight to gold.

"It's a pity that I don't have butterflies here." The man said with some regret.

Liu Qingshan looked at the white butterflies flying among the flowers next to him, and pointed at the butterflies and said, "Isn't that a butterfly?"

The man shook his head and smiled: "That's not a butterfly, but a colorful butterfly is considered a butterfly."

Damn, crazy.

There are also colorful butterflies, why don’t you talk about the Seven Fairies?

Liu Qingshan frowned and suddenly felt that the man was a little nervous.

Butterflies are just butterflies, so why do you say that those who are not considered butterflies, but also colorful butterflies are considered butterflies. Do you really think you are the romance king?

"Oh, don't talk so much, Qingshan, let's go." The fat uncle urged while walking out.

Liu Qingshan had no choice but to follow his footsteps and turned around to wave to the man standing under the sun, "Then let's go first, goodbye."

"If one day you encounter a colorful butterfly, please bring it to me and I can achieve any of your wishes." The man said inexplicably.

Liu Qingshan didn't take it seriously, but just regarded this man as a lonely nervous patient.

After all, it’s just him who lives here alone, isn’t it because he wants to be neurotic?

He nodded comfortably: "Haha, don't worry, if I really encounter a colorful butterfly, I will bring it to you."

There are no colorful butterflies in this world.

Whether it is the seven-colored flowers, the seven-colored clouds, or the colorful butterflies, they are just things made up by nonsense literati and it is impossible for them to exist in this world at all.

Just like there is no cycle of life and death, no monsters, and no monsters in this world, those things are nothing but things that humans eat too much and make a fool of themselves to enrich the spiritual world.

Liu Qingshan felt this when he was a child, and now he feels this way.

If there were such messy things in this world, the grandfather who died young would have come back to find his grandmother, and the grandfather would have come back to see him.

So, he just thought the man was mentally insane and had conjectures.

After leaving the yard, Liu Qingshan drove a pickup truck and the fat uncle drove a motorcycle. The two of them quickly left the place and rushed to Xishan Village.

Xishan Village is very mountainous, remote and poor, but it has green mountains and clear waters and fresh air. This is the fat uncle's first impression of this village.

For people like him who have some money, whose son is an official, and whose daughter-in-law does small business, this remote mountain village is like a paradise in Bai Juyi's poems: it is very narrow at first, and it is only easy to understand people. After walking dozens of steps, it suddenly becomes clear. The land is flat and the houses are slim, with fertile fields, beautiful ponds, mulberry and bamboo. The fields are in the fields and the roads are in contact with each other, and the chickens and dogs are heard. The intercourse between them is like outsiders.

However, the fat uncle is a local after all. Even though he feels like a paradise in this village, he also knows that this is like a paradise for outsiders, but for these mountain people living here, it is an insurmountable obstacle in life.

If you stay in the mountains, it will be difficult to keep up with the times and the skyrocketing prices.

Leaving the mountains, you can only wander around, like a headless fly, seeking the foundation for survival among the strange high-rise buildings.

Going or staying is a very difficult choice for these mountain people.

When he arrived at Liu Qingshan's house, the fat uncle's three views were subverted again.

Damn, how could there be such a poor family in this era of per capita income of tens of thousands of yuan? He actually lives in such a deep mountain, and the house he lives in was a mud brick house from decades ago.

This is also incredible.

You know, the relocation targets such villages and even more such families. But why do such families live in such mountains?

The fat uncle asked his doubts.

Liu Qingshan did not tell the truth about the village relocation quota, but just told his own feelings: "Actually, I think it's good to live here. It's warm in winter and cool in summer. There are endless wild vegetables all year round. Moreover, the land is vast and sparsely populated, so it's okay to raise chickens and ducks. It's great."

"That's true." Seeing that Liu Qingshan was so open-minded, the fat uncle didn't ask anything else.

After unloading the things from the car, he was about to leave.

Liu Qingshan hurriedly tried to stay: "Didn't you say you wanted to eat the oil-tea chicken before leaving? Why are you leaving now?"

The fat uncle was a little embarrassed when he recalled the incident of the villa in Banshan, but he just smiled and said, "I was joking with you. Do you really think I'm leaving after dinner. If I don't eat anymore, I have to go back to deliver the goods to my daughter-in-law."

"Then you come to the winter solstice." Liu Qingshan said, "My family is a common festival in the winter solstice. There are many customers and the dishes are prepared. If you come, you will definitely eat oil tea chicken."

"Okay." The fat uncle got into the car, waved his hand, looked at the old house above the ramp, and left.

After Liu Qingshan watched the uncle leave, he began to carry these flower pots.

Because pickup trucks cannot be used on the ramp, they can only be unloaded on this open land.

Two meters above the west side of the open space is the old house of Grandpa's house, and to the north is the slope to Liu Qingshan's house.

It is not difficult to carry these flower pots. After a while, Liu Qingshan moved all the flower pots to the yard.

Liu Yuanhe was very unhappy when he saw his son buying so many flower pots, but he did not immediately have an attack. He just asked with a stern face, "Qingshan, how much did you buy these flower pots?"

"Not expensive." Liu Qingshan replied casually, "It's only five hundred yuan!"

What? Five hundred yuan is not expensive?

Liu Yuanhe suddenly remembered the last time he sold the yam for 300 yuan, but was kicked out of the house when he came back.

He sarcastically said, "Five hundred yuan? You are so generous. With this five hundred yuan, it's not good for you to buy something else? What flower pots are you buying? Is your brain watered? Can these things be eaten as food or as quilts?"

When Liu Qingshan heard his father teach him a lesson, he couldn't help rolling his eyes: "I spent my own money on buying things, but I didn't spend your money. Why do you care about me for so much?"

Liu Yuanhe had nothing to say in one sentence.

Haha, I am you, I can’t care about you anymore?

OK, wait for me! See how I treat you!
Chapter completed!